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Mistress Marilyn's POV
No shit, Tempus Fugit!
6th-Feb-2006 02:50 pm
The sun has come out! After the third or fourth rainiest January on record, the sun is out and is supposed to stay out for the whole week. It was so fabulous, I had to take a long ride at lunch and do a little shoe shopping.

We took advantage of the Super Bowl slump at the theaters yesterday and saw 'The New World' again. At one of the most popular multi-plexes in town we were able to park right by the door. I was even more taken with the movie this time. I hope it comes out on DVD quickly (although if the director has anything to say about that, it may never make it at all).

And I got work and bills done this weekend, as well as a nice ride up the Columbia Gorge in yesterday's sunshine. We decided to take a stroll down memory lane and listen to 'classic' BSB, and it was lovely. Five years ago I was doing the same thing and listening to 'Black & Blue' for the first time.

Last night I did another 90-minute run, this one a little slower and harder than last week's. I really need to drop ten pounds in the next couple of weeks and get lighter. I'll never be able to tolerate two hours of pounding on my joints at my current tonnage, which I need to be able to do by the end of February. My hips were stiff today.

And in weird news, the high school boyfriend wants to buy me an ipod for my training. I can't decide whether I should let him or not . . . I always buy myself anything I really want or need. Feels strange.

ETA: Oh, and that windstorm pretty much fizzled locally (thank God!), although the coast got some damage. And I had to add this fitting little email forward I got today.

A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment.

As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the Pearly Gates, straight into Heaven. Others were led over to Satan, who threw them into the burning pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss him or her off to one side into a small pile.

After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.

"Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said respectfully, "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"

"Ah, those . . ." Satan said with a groan, "they're all from the Pacific Northwest. They're still too wet to burn."
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